It's raining steady and hard.
A very loud peal of thunder booms through the early morning sky.
I wake up, knowing the kids will be arriving soon.
Sure enough, footsteps coming down the hall, the door swings open and Sarah arrives. As she slides into the bed, Grace pushes the door open further and starts crawling in.
After a moment of shifting places and adjusting, it's clear that I'm now OUT of the bed.
"No storm should be THAT mad," Sarah says.
(It would be cute if I weren't the one that wasn't getting sleep in the bed anymore.)
Why couldn't we have had out new Queen set mattress delivered BEFORE the big storm woke everyone up?!
Now I'm stuck sleeping on the couch.
Over nineteen (!?!) years of obviousness and nonsense.
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